reim0027 wrote:That's part of forum life. People move on, new people join. I sure miss the people who have moved on, no doubt about it. But, I also love the new blood that comes in. Gives us a new perspective, a fresh voice.

And, BTW, viral - thanks for including me in your "cool old-timer" list. Nice to know I've been here long enough to qualify.

Apparently you created your account 5 days after I did... Why am I not on the list :(Though to be fair most of that time was spent lurking on my part.

Unless you had another account that's even older, then I guess its ok.

Sometimes the most forgetful are the most undesired. Yet, sometimes the mind just shuts down what it feels to be unimportant, until it arrives again...

And some memories remember faces better than names. And some memories remember names better than faces. Either way... disdain is the only friend for most, who do not seek to know why such memory is important.

Corroded wrote:Sometimes the most forgetful are the most undesired. Yet, sometimes the mind just shuts down what it feels to be unimportant, until it arrives again...

And some memories remember faces better than names. And some memories remember names better than faces. Either way... disdain is the only friend for most, who do not seek to know why such memory is important.

Has Acidic returned in disguise? This has him written all over it. If so welcome back my long lost friend.

Corroded wrote:Sometimes the most forgetful are the most undesired. Yet, sometimes the mind just shuts down what it feels to be unimportant, until it arrives again...

And some memories remember faces better than names. And some memories remember names better than faces. Either way... disdain is the only friend for most, who do not seek to know why such memory is important.

Has Acidic returned in disguise? This has him written all over it. If so welcome back my long lost friend.

Not disguise. Just stupidity. Stupidity and longing for lost. I think I missed you the most, strangely enough. I think I will break my head some more, along with crescent joys. My children cuddle so much, that they seem to make heart so longing for more... I think I crave for riddles.

The stairs breakThe ladders fakeThe climbing upFalse, rather jumpThere is nothing wrongWith its how longAs the time to fallAnd reach the callIs never the sameAs it goes to changeYet the world staysIt comes to tameAll those withinIts strange, hollow ringAnd as love one diesThere is nothing to cryAs inside, the hollow lieThat there's no proper goodbye